ELECTRA
Could she have ’scaped our notice, had she done it?
No, from Orestes comes this offering.
Courage, dear sister. Never destiny
Ran one unbroken course. On us till now
She frowned; to-day gives promise of her smiles.
Electra
Alas! I pity thy simplicity,
Fond sister.
Chrysothemis
Are not then my tidings glad?
Electra
Thou knowst not in what land of dreams thou art.
Chrysothemis
Wouldst have me doubt the evidence of my eyes?
Electra
He is dead, I tell thee; look not to the dead
For a deliverer; that hope has gone.
Chrysothemis
Ah woe is me! Who told thee of his death?
Electra
One who was present when he met his fate.
Chrysothemis
Where is the man? ’Tis strange, ’tis passing strange.
Electra
Within; our mother’s not unwelcome guest.
Chrysothemis
Ah me! Ah me! And whose then can have been
Those wreaths, that milk outpoured upon the grave?
Electra
To me it seems most like that they were brought
A kindly offering to Orestes dead.
